Black Friday Poem by Jeffrey McCambridge

We wear black to remember
A day we rather forget;
We lost one of our own
The unsuspecting target.
Our fears manifest
As stories shift to the
Boogie-man and fifty holes.
It’s hard to get justice
When we still find no peace
In any American street.

We’ll remember you comrade
And fly the flags high;
Our brother, dieing in our arms
Reaching for the sky;
When they hear your name,
Our new battle cry,
Eyes will open up to the light
“I remember” they’ll say
“Sean Bell’s the reason
For our mournful Black Friday.”